Like dogs in the night

Before they misguidedly furnished the ledge with a metal fence, you could gaze down at the lively thoroughfare of Residency and Brigade Road, gaze down at the little plaza and the pillar of the Sapper War Memorial, sitting at Chin Lung’s rooftop tables. I chalk the view up as one of the elements for that particular moment’s rapture. But really, it was our friends’ announcement that was the true catalyst. The catalyst for the mischievous, impulsive mood that would cloud the night

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